We, Mariamcardoso and Blindy, have put our cerebral cortexes together to create a fusion of fantastical storywriting. For both of us, this is our first collaborative piece of work, and we have worked tirelessly to produce the bet piece of writing possible. First, foremost, lastly and leastly, we'd like to thank the internet for making this possible. By connecting two souls who do not know each other and bringing our the best of their abilities, it has enabled the creation of what we know only as...LITERARY FUSION.

"What the...why do I have to go? You two go!" Faye said as she stood with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Yeah, it's a hetero swing party. Does Jet look like a woman?" Spike looked at Jet, cocked his head and wrinkled his nose, as if trying to imagine Jet in a dress.

"Wha'tchoo lookin' at boy?"

"God no!" Spike sheilded his eyes. "So that only leaves you." Spike sneered at Faye as he lit up a cigarette.

"I hate Calisto…just ice and…the cold. I'm tired of it. I want 40º C!!!" Faye stomped her foot and a pout stretched across her lips.

Jet and Spike look at each other with raised eyebrows. They looked at her with wicked grins on their faces.

"Oh well," Spike sighed, "I guess we'll just have to go hungry for a long, long time."

Jet shrugged. "And that means at least one of us will have to go...probably the most useless one..."

Faye whipped around toward them. "You can't be serious?!"

"I don't know Faye...you know how Jet is about his ship." Spike's grin was becoming increasingly annoying by the second. Faye's eyes darted to Jet, whose facial expression was almost an exact replica of Spike's.

Faye's face twisted in to a snarl as she realized she had lost. "Okay…I'll do it! But I want more than a third! To look beautiful I have to wear a damn dress that shows some skin…"

Spike rolled his eyes. What else is new!

"… and I'll be freezing my ass off!"

"You can have my share. I'm not going." Jet's voiced boomed out above the argument.

Spike whirled. "Jet, you're not leaving me with the shrew!"

"Watch me." Jet's gaze remained level, and he seemed to be trying not to blink or laugh...Spike wasn't sure which.

"Afraid I might bite?" Faye ran a fingernail against Spike's jaw, causing him to shiver involuntarily.

He shoved her hand away. "No. Afraid you might screw up…again!"

"Lunkhead, "Faye muttered, resorting to her usual tactic of insults as she left the room.

"One more thing," Jet's voice rang from behind her. "You have to leave tomorrow. A storm is supposed to form on Calisto sometime in the next couple of days, and it's predicted to last a week. If you get there tomorrow, you'll have just enough time to get under cover before it hits."

Suddenly Faye came stomping back to the living room to stand in front of Jet, seething.

"A week? With Spike?! Alone?! I'll have to kill myself!"

"Love you too honey!" Spike said sarcastically from his place on the tattered yellow sofa.

Jet waved Faye off. "Okay, go pack! You can't be late his time!"

Faye left the room without another word, the angry clack of her shoes audible from the living room as she stomped down the hallway toward her room.

"Jet." Spike stood, drawing the last cigarette from his pack and throwing the crumpled box on the table. "One more thing…" He lit up and let out a steady stream of smoke before continuing. "I'm gonna kick your ass all over the place when I get back." Spike began striding lazily toward his room.

Jet shrugged and started toward the kitchen, muttering under his breath. "You'll thank me kid."

"You two ready?" Jet's gruff voice called from the living room.

"Yeah yeah… we're coming!"

He snorted. "Good. I have something for you!"

Jet opened his hand and gave them two wedding rings.

"You have to be kidding me!" both said in unison.

They put the wedding rings and looked at each other for several seconds. Suddenly, they burst into laughter that did not stop until they were well on their way to Calisto.

Jet sighed and chuckled. "Fucking kids!"